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Chapter Five - The Unexpected Visitors

Mr. Tucker drove out of the Basket Ball stadium in Denver. He looked up at the rear view mirror and spotted his son, Craig and his friend Kenny sitting in the back seat. The two boys appeared to still be hyperactive from the game they just seen. He had to smile at their sword 'fight' with the giant foam fingers.

"That certainly was an exciting game, wasn't it boys?" The balding redheaded man asked them.

"It sure was," Craig agreed.

"Uh-huh," nodded Kenny, his big blue eyes shone brightly.

"Kenny, I'm glad your parents were ok with us taking you tonight. I realize it was short notice." Thomas grinned.

"Yeah, it's ok. They pretty much let me do what I want." Kenny shrugged.

"Wow, if my parents were as cool as yours, I would be sooo happy." Craig smiled.

"Craig, that'd better be a joke." His father asked with a disapproving tone.

"Yes sir, sorry..." The raven-haired boy frowned. Kenny giggled, and Craig once again smiled at him.

They drove for almost an hour and thirty-seven minutes before arriving back to South Park. Mr. Tucker pulled up alongside a black Chevrolet, and stopped in front of the McCormick's rundown home in the poorest section of the small town. Thomas looked sceptical when he noticed the lights were out inside the home.

"Hm, doesn't look like anyone is home." The man wondered. He was about to continue with a suggestion to Kenny when he spotted some movement inside. "Oh, never mind. I see your dad, I think." Thomas said. He had to squint to see the silhouette of a man standing by the window.

"The power might be out, again." Kenny grumbled.

"Ok then." Thomas nodded. "You'll be alright?" He asked the young boy.

"Yeah," Kenny nodded before opening the door and jumping out of the car, unintentionally leaving behind his foam finger

"I'll see you tomorrow at school, Kenny." Craig called out to him.

"Uh-huh, thanks." The blond boy cheered before closing the door and headed up to the front door of his home.

With a sigh, he wondered if his parents had forgotten to pay the bills again. It would not surprise him if he were to walk inside to find them either high on something, or so drunk that they passed out on the couch. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Tucker's vehicle drive off. Kenny took in another deep breath and prepared himself for what he was about to see. He reached up to turn the knob before opening the door.

The second he took a step inside he stopped. What he saw was not what he expected. Instead of see his parents fighting, or passed out, he saw them, and his brother and sister, tied up and gagged on the couch. Before Kenny had a chance to react, someone pushed him from behind. He stumbled all the way inside, and heard the door been slammed shut.

"Welcome Kenny," a man holding a gun said. Most of his face was shadowed in darkness. The only thing visible was the crooked grin on his face. "We've been waiting for you."

Another man came in from the shadows, also holding a gun in his hand.

"What the hell is this?" Kenny demanded.

"We just stopped by to collect our precious key." The first man said.

Kenny didn't have any time to move before he heard the familiar bang of the gun going off behind his head. He blacked out and died out before he even had hit the floor.

The McCormick family all screamed in terror as they watched their son, and brother fell.

"Oh spare me the mellow dramatic." The first man sighed, walking up to the family. The second man and a third man appeared from the shadows, walked up behind him. "You all know as much as we do that this child is not what he seems. He is special, and we simply have come to collect what belongs to us. The Cult of Cthulhu will be most interested to know their key has returned."

He turned to his partners and pointed to the redheaded woman. "Grab her and let's go." He demanded.

Stuart tried to break free and attack the men; however, one of them used the handle of his gun to smack him over the head. Mr. McCormick fell back in his seat, blood trickled from the fresh wound on his forehead, but he remained conscious. He watched in terror as the two men grabbed his wife and lifted her off the couch.

The moment Carol was on her feet, she began fighting them. She started by body checking one of them so he'd fall to the floor, and then kicked the other man in the balls. As the third man kneeled down to the floor in agony, Mrs. McCormick turned and was about to kick the man she body-checked. She heard the first man say something to her - grabbing her attention.

"Please stop this Mrs. McCormick," the first man said in a calm voice.

Carol turned and immediately her eyes grew wide. The man pointed his gun at her daughter's head.

"We wouldn't want the same fate to befall on your other two children, do we?" He smiled wickedly. "If I'm correct, they aren't as 'special' as Kenny."

The young mother's tears trickled down her cheeks as she saw her family's scared features starring back up at her.

"Alright, now that we have this understanding, let's go." The man instructed. He shook his weapon towards to door.

Carol sobbed as the other two men grabbed her arms, and guided her out of the home.

"I bid you all adieu," the man saluted Mr. McCormick and his two surviving children. "Good evening."

He left the room and closed the front door on his way out.

Stuart looked down at Kenny's lifeless body, then to the door in which he last saw his wife. He heard the sound of a car's engine revving up, and he let out a howl of despair through his gagged mouth - tears streaming down his face.